


Hotel Tropics

by WORLDLWT



Series: Motel Tropics Series [2]
Category: Larry Stylinson - Fandom, One Direction (Band)
Genre: Business, Gun Violence, London, M/M, Paris (City), Prostitute Louis, Prostitution, Rich Harry, Rich Louis Tomlinson, larry stylinson - Freeform
Language: English
Status: In-Progress
Published: 2018-05-24
Updated: 2018-05-24
Packaged: 2019-05-13 05:28:04
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Chapters: 1
Words: 5,457
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14742822
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/WORLDLWT/pseuds/WORLDLWT
Summary: Hotel Tropics is the SEQUEL to Motel Tropics!





	Hotel Tropics

**Author's Note:**

> Hello it is summer again and I have returned to finish the series I started moons ago. I feel inspired again and I will ride this writing high out for as long as possible! Look forward to many update this summer if the responses are good!
> 
> This chapter is only roughly 5K instead of 10K because it just felt right to end it here. I love cliffhangers I'm sorry :)

_*8 months later*_

_Harry Styles, London_

Harry sat on the edge of his bed the door locked the night before. Arabella occupied the spare room downstairs. She hated climbing the stairs and Harry hated hearing about it so he moved her.

They did not sleep together, they did not touch each other or socialize. They appeared in public together and that was the end of that. Victor was being very harsh towards Harry.

At the beginning of the week, he finally figured out why he couldn't access the hidden accounts he so desperately wanted to get his hands on. Harry smiled holding a picture of Louis he took while he was napping and flipped it over to reveal the eight digit code that gave access to the accounts Victor wanted.

He smiled as he slid it into an envelope with a note and addressed it to Louis himself. Victor, was not only angry for not knowing the code but also because he found out mere days before he targeted them and made them separate Harry transferred some of his accounts over to Louis’ name, giving only Louis access to them.

To say Victor was furious was an understatement. He threatened to kill Louis, which Harry caught on his video surveillance footage and was now using as blackmail. He was getting his way and to think it's only been eight months. He thought he would at least need a year to get this guy off his back but with each passing day of torture, he knew he was one closer to Louis.

A knock came loud and clear on his door and Arabella called out to him. She had the voice of a songbird but the heart of a demon. Or at least, she had the heart her father gave her. Harry didn't believe in the fact that people were born evil. He liked to think they were raised that way but this family was testing his limits.

“Wanda wants to speak with you. Something about family dinner tonight with your grandmother.”

Harry perked up at the thought of his grandmother coming. She actually became really close to him and missed Louis dearly. She even went over to see him in Paris and brought back a bunch of letters he sent to Harry.

They learned rather quickly that anything sent from Louis to Harry would be burned by one of Victor's men at the gates. Harry watched too many letters burn through his window to risk it anymore. He used his grandmother as some sort of secret mail system.

“Harry. For god sake, I'm unlocking this door.”

Arabella jammed the keys inside as Harry quickly put the envelope on the inside of his blazer pocket and laid down staring at the ceiling.

Arabella eventually came inside and had her hands on her hips. She slowly closed the door and locked it behind her. Harry arched an eyebrow at the door.

“Excuse me?”

Arabella smiled softly at him and crawled into bed next to him laying down beside him sighing as she looked up at the ceiling.

“Do you think you could ever love me?”

Harry chuckled lightly.

“No.”

She seemed unhappy with the answer as if Harry was supposed to lie and say he loved women and definitely ones that steal him away from his boyfriend and basically hold him hostage in his own house.

“Why not? I think I'm attractive.”

Harry propped himself up so his elbow dug into the mattress and he rested his head in his hand.

“Besides the fact that I am gay, you're just not my type. Blondes are just, they're not my type, I'm sorry.”

She rolled her eyes and slammed a paper down on his chest. It was a menu in Wanda's handwriting.

“Pick what you want for dinner tonight. Could you tell your grandmother to be a little nicer to me tonight we're engaged she has to deal with it and wear your ring? My father paid a fortune for them.”

Harry laughed as she stood up.

“My grandmother is a grown woman. She can say or do as she pleases and I refuse to wear this ring when I am not in public promoting the fantasy life I was given. Soon this will end and your father can pawn these for a few thousand dollars and buy you a pony instead.”

She huffed in annoyance at him as the doorbell rang, signaling his grandmother's arrival. He smiled as he moved past her, calling out that he would personally get the door.

He jogged down the stairs through the living room to open the door to his smiling grandmother.

“Harold. My dear boy, you look as handsome as ever today. Where is your wench?”

Harry shook his head in disapproval at her but the smirk on his face made her pinch his cheeks.

“Soon honey, soon.”

She walked in as Arabella walked downstairs in a long sundress and his grandmother shook her head.

“It's already past noon darling please get out of your nightgown.”

“This is my outfit of choice today ma'am.”

His grandmother looked her up and down and laughed.

“Tragic. Louis was a fabulous dresser.”

She was lying out of her teeth she saw him and Louis lounging around in their sweatpants from the crack of dawn into the darkest hours of the night time.

“Louis isn't here anymore, I am here. This is something you should deal with...like an adult.”

His grandmother clenched her fist as Harry moved them into the breakfast nook, she liked to have tea in there with Arabella. She told her Louis used to welcome her with tea, already prepared for her. Another lie that made Arabella's skin crawl.

“My dear girl. You forced my grandson out of a relationship to play house with him and you are telling me I need to act like an adult. I'm writing that down that is the most tragic thing you have ever said to me.”

Arabella was about to retaliate but Harry cleared his throat.

“Grandmother, Wanda just got a new oven installed, would you like to go see it. Arabella will prepare your tea while we are away, won't she?”

She stood up, bringing her bag along just as she and Harry planned and Arabella got busy on the tea.

“I would love to darling.”

They walked in silence into the kitchen, a safe room for them considering Victor refused to step foot inside and Arabella was distracted.

Harry took the envelope out of his blazer and handed it to her as she took two envelopes out of her bag and traded them with Harry's. Harry stuck both of them in his blazer pocket and smiled at her as she hid them in a pocket in her purse.

“You're going hard on her today. What's wrong?”

Wanda said her hellos and Harry told her what he wanted for dinner tonight as his grandmother rubbed her temples.

“Louis has gone into a slump. He has been refusing to leave the penthouse this past month and only leaves for business occasions.”

The word business struck him in the wrong way, assuming he was going back to his old ways and prostituting himself. His grandmother saw his tension and eased it carefully as they made their way back to Arabella.

“Nothing like that sweetheart. He's managing the accounts in his name with such grace. I'm surprised he wasn't a businessman his entire life.”

Harry filled with pride as he left his grandmother to bother Arabella some more. The last conversation he overheard was that his grandmother was convinced she needed to shower more, Louis showered every day twice a day.

He escaped to his room and locked the door immediately running for his bed. He plunged himself into it and took the envelopes out of his blazer. One felt much heavier than the other one so he placed it down and stared with the lighter one.

He unfolded the letter and smiled at Louis’ handwriting lining the page like magic.

_Dear Harry,_

_Life is harder than I expected without you. Linda has her job to attend to and I don't want to bother her with my worries. I keep busy with work, I kind of enjoy the office lifestyle. The penthouse is doing wonderful, the views in the morning are amazing. I feel like the sunrise would be much more beautiful if you were here to share it with me._   
_I miss you terribly and I hope things on your end are going smoothly. Your grandmother visited last week and filled me in on your plan. By the time you receive this letter, the transaction will be complete on your end and it'll be up to me to finish the job. I have this dream where we are together again just sitting by the fire at your place. It seems so real and it breaks my heart waking up from it._   
_You seem to be the only thing on my mind now. It's true that absence does make the heart grow fonder. I know when we reunite it will be like the missing pieces of me are finally being filled with you. Eight months is a long time so I decided to give you a little present! Envelope two should arrive with this one, if you haven't already opened it I hope you enjoy._

_I love you until the end of time,_   
_Louis Tomlinson_

Harry smiled picking up envelope number two and opened it revealing a stack of photos. Harry laid them down on his bed to realize they were all nudes. He blushed immediately and picked them all up and held them close to his chest.

“I fucking love this man.”

He went through each one individually, breathing heavily at them, his eyes started to water half way through and he had to stop. He put the photos on his bedside table and grabbed his phone and went to the bathroom.

If Louis was going to spoil him he was going to return the favor. He was already half hard from the first six photos he looked at and he was more than willing to take a few shots to send back.

He unbuckled his pants and shuffled them off taking a few underwear shots before pushing his underwear down and stroking himself enough for a good picture. He took a few and sent them all to the printer in his office. He just hoped no one was in there at the moment.

His office was across the hall so he waited until he could no longer hear the photo printer chugging away before he pulled up his pants and went to retrieve them.

He almost felt dirty walking inside and taking them, glossy and everything back with him into his room. He let them dry for a moment as the dinner chime went off. He put them in an envelope and shoved the envelope into his blazer pocket.

He marched downstairs, Victor meeting him at the bottom. His expression was one of anger and distaste.

“Your grandmother is incredibly rude.”

Harry shrugged and went into the dining room Arabella was sitting in her usual spot across from Harry as Victor sat on one head of the table and his grandmother at the other. Wanda happily set down soups for everyone, telling them that their steaks would be out shortly.

“Thank you, Wanda.”

She smiled at Harry. She became much less frequent since Victor moved in. He didn't allow her to eat breakfast at the table like Harry used to. He missed her dearly and made frequent visits to the kitchen to visit her.

Victor scoffed at her as she walked away and everyone started eating their soups. Victor seemed to be eyeing Harry oddly and Harry put his spoon down.

“Is there something you need to ask me?”

Victor held his head up high and cleared his throat. Harry sipped at the remainders of his soup as he waited in anticipation.

“You see since you moved your accounts over to your plaything-”

“His name is Louis and he is my boyfriend.”

Victor rolled his eyes as Wanda came out with everyone's steaks, she waited only for Harry and his grandmother to finish eating before changing courses. It pissed Arabella off immensely.

“Whatever. You are making a fool out of my family, my daughter, and my name.”

Harry cut into his steak, his mouth watering a little at the idea of how great it was going to taste.

“So leave. We're not married, nothing is stopping you.”

“I was going to say you need to do better. Arabella has an announcement to make.”

Arabella looked nervous as Wanda set her plate down in front of her and she looked around slowly.

“I'm pregnant.”

Victor smiled raising his glass, Harry's grandmother looked at him and he shook his head.

“To Harry and Arabella, bringing in my first grandchild.”

“Maybe she's just getting fat?”

Harry's grandmother shrugged and Harry and Wanda both had to stifle a laugh.

“Victor, I'm sorry but if she is pregnant it is not mine, we have not had sex my penis retracts at the sight of your daughter, my apologies but it's someone else's.”

Victor stood up his hands on the table. His eyes shooting daggers at Harry's face and he started to quietly explain.

“You do not understand Harry. The means in which my grandchild was conceived and by who is not necessary. This is your child, you will raise him or her as your own and in the public eye, you will act excited and pleased. You will nod, stand next to my daughter and tell the world and your precious boyfriend that it's game over. A baby means commitment and there is no time for others when the love of your life and the media need you to be the best father you could possibly be. Do you understand me?”

Harry stood up and leaned over, forgetting the envelope in his pocket and opened his mouth to yell back as Arabella spoke.

“What's that?”

Harry looked down and cursed under his breath. They could not open these here.

“Nothing.”

“If it's nothing can I see who it is addressed to?”

Harry sighed and flung the envelope over to her and she gasped.

“Look daddy! He's trying to mail something to Louis.”

Harry suddenly found their situation very funny.

“Open it, I dare you.”

She rolled her eyes and opened the envelope and took the pictures out going through them. Her eyes widened in realization.

“Take it in Arabella, considering it's the first and last time you'll see it.”

Harry's grandmother laughed out loud and put her steak in a takeaway container Wanda got for her.

“I have seen enough for today. I'm heading home, see you all tomorrow.”

Victor was too busy yelling at his daughter to put them away before he saw more than he needed to for him to stop his grandmother from walking away with the only piece of information that mattered in his small evil world.

Once the fighting died down and they finished their dinners Victor was sipping his coffee. Harry decided to hit him a little harder.

“You know those accounts you had in Rome? Those multimillion dollar ones.”

Victor nodded and put his cup down not liking the look on Harry's face as he smirked taking a sip of his coffee.

“I called them. I even let Louis in on the conference call. They liked what he had to offer. They're in the process of switching over to be under his control. I hope you don't mind.”

Victor's face went red with anger as he slammed a fist down on the table. He looked at Harry with anger lining every inch of his wrinkling face.

“Harold. I swear to God you better be joking.”

Harry raised an eyebrow and a smirk lined his face as he sipped happily at his coffee.

“Oh no sir, I don't joke about business.”

Victor immediately stood up and started calling someone on his phone. He stood at the edge of the table a clear panic on his face as he started shouting into the phone.

“ROME ACCOUNTS, NOW!”

There was a moment of silence that Harry would forever lock into his mind where all he could hear was the sound of the tea dropping down his throat as Victor huffed beside him.

“What do you mean, gone?”

There was another moment of silence where Harry's lips spread apart to form a silent smile as he set his tea down gently, refusing to look at anything but the wall. Wanda poked her head out ever so slightly to watch the scene. Harry looked almost scary as she looked at him. Memories of his old ways, before Louis, came flooding back. They needed Louis to come home soon.

“Can he do that?”

Harry's smile fell again to a low smirk as Victor threw his phone down onto the table, the tea rippled before Harry's eyes as he looked over to Victor, awaiting some form of yelling.

“You're going to run me into the ground.”

Harry shrugged and sipped his tea again. He could feel how obnoxious he was being and he hated the feeling but he couldn't help it. It was the only way out.

“You could leave now or.”

“Or what?”

Harry stood up brushing his pants off as he stood. He turned ever so slightly so that he was facing Victor.

“There's this really cute Japanese company I saw in your system last week. I wonder what they would say after a conference call with Louis?”

Victor turned red again. He was much more mad than normal and Harry had a feeling this was going to be a breaking point.

“Don't you dare take that company away from me, I'll be nothing but a small businessman.”

Harry pushed his chair in and started to walk away. He turned in the doorframe and smiled softly.

“You should have thought of that before you came into my life. Leave now and save your precious company. I can't believe you're letting an ex-prostitute ruin your company. His sweet words can only get him so far, your failure as a businessman is doing the rest.”

He left Victor in silence and returned back to his room. He went straight to the nightstand and grabbed the pictures Louis sent him. He removed his pants and tossed them aside, diving right into a few moments of pure bliss.

******  
_*One Week Later*_

_Louis Tomlinson, Paris_

Louis sat on the edge of his bed, warm in the sweatshirt Harry sent him, it still slightly smelled like home, his true home. He let himself fall back onto the bed, the mass of pillows falling around him much like a crown while making him feel as small as possible.

“Louis?”

His sister nudged open his bedroom door with a small smile. She pitied him, he could tell. He let love into his life and it was viciously taken from him. He was going to mourn for a moment, or a month, or half a year.

“Hi, sis.”

He didn't mean for it to come out flat and angry but it did, that has been his mood since he returned here.

“There's someone here for you.”

Louis groaned as Linda held the door in a tight grip as Louis rolled over onto his side.

“I don't fucking want to see any-”

“Oh, darling you'll want to see me.”

The familiar female voice of Harry's grandmother chimed through and she shoved her way into his room and took in his appearance.

“I swear last time I left you were in the same exact position, same clothes and everything.”

Louis laughed lowly and sat up. The blood seemed to rush to his head. Memories of lazy days and the feeling of being too damn tired to move washed over him. That’s all he was now, tired and alone.

“How is the business over in London?”

Harry’s grandmother smiled softly and pulled an envelope out of her purse followed by another heavier envelope.

“Rather well. Victor seems to be ready to pull the plug. He’s trying to make up a pregnancy scare you know one last try to reel in an audience.”

Louis’ eyes peeled up at the word pregnancy. Arabella was pregnant, interesting move on their part.

“They’re quite awful.”

She handed him the smaller envelope and left the second on his desk.

“Open it up, darling. I’ll be in the living room making tea. Come see me when you’ve let it all sink in.”

Louis opened the envelope carefully and took out the letter that had a picture of him napping stapled to it. He thought it was odd and placed it aside for later.

_Dear Louis,_

  
_Your sister has been calling me worried about you. (Don’t get mad at her she only cares about you). I too am worried about you. You need to live you were never meant to lock yourself away in a penthouse; you shine far too brightly for that. I love you with all of my heart and it hurts me to know you feel this terrible because of me. I know the longer we are apart the harder it feels to hold on to what seems like nothing. My darling this is coming to an end very soon. Attached to this letter is a picture of you napping, there is an empty frame in your closet under the pile of blankets I left there. On the back of the photo is the eight-digit code that unlocks all of my accounts. I am asking you to do me a grand favor, move all of my accounts over to yourself. I have called everyone and confirmed that we are simply changing names for a temporary revamp of my company. (Businessmen are dense). Anyway please punch in the numbers and then secure the photo in the frame. The frame once locked will be under my control and I and my friends at the police station over in Paris will be alerted if it is opened. I hope to see you soon my love._

_All the love in the world,_   
_Harry_

Louis flipped over the photo to reveal the eight most important numbers he would probably read in his entire life. He took a deep breath that was full of nerves and walked over to his desk, turning his computer on.

He watched it come to life and the familiar photo of Harry and himself looked back at him and he smiled as he pulled up his account. He bit his lip as he moved to the transfer options on his computer and linked Harry’s account to his and clicked on the first of eight empty boxes.

He looked down at the sheet and read the numbers in his mind. 8-3-8-5-1-3-0-9. He didn’t know why his hands were shaking as he put each number in or why his heart raced as the small spinning spiral loaded the upcoming screen but he felt the nerves of the last eight months racing around inside of him. Was this it? Was this going to be the tip of the iceberg that they so desperately needed?

The spinning spiral stopped and all of Harry’s companies vanished from his side along with all of his money and appeared one by one on Louis’ side and he felt like throwing up as he read out a final number that was more money than he thought someone could acquire in twenty lifetimes. He understood Harry was wealthy but seeing the number on his screen was chilling.

He logged out immediately and locked his computer just like Harry told him to. He had the camera of it covered and never spoke any important information out loud. Harry was afraid of hackers and after seeing that number on his screen Louis could not blame him.

He opened his closet and rummaged under the blankets until he found the frame and secured the photo inside. A small light switched on and started blinking as he placed the photo on his desk. He took another look inside his closet and looked down at his week-old outfit and sighed knowing it was time to live again.

He pulled out a nice sweater and jeans and smiled softly to himself laying them on the bed for after his shower. Harry was right, it was not like him to sit around and sulk. He realized Harry’s grandmother was sitting in the living room and he moved out of his room and stood in the doorway. She and Linda looked up at him with wide eyes and he smiled softly at them.

“Anyone in the mood to take a little trip to London?.”

*****  
_Harry Styles, London_

Harry got word from his grandmother just yesterday that his plan was working perfectly, there would be no more letters exchanged between Harry and Louis. This was the end of it all for good.

He sat in his living room floral arrangements sitting beside him making him look like a Wes Anderson film star who’s perfect symmetry could bring critics to their knees.

“Harry you look tense.”

Arabella stood in the doorway watching Harry stare blankly at the wall of books before him.

“I am fine. You should feel ashamed for putting me under so much stress. Your family is a spiraling failure.”

Arabella seemed to be angered by that as she put her hand on her hip, the silk of her dress sliding up slightly beneath her dirty fingertips.

“My family? Who are you to talk about my family when you come from a circus show of people! You are no better than the rest of us. Just because you have money doesn’t mean you are above us all.”

Harry lifted his head with a small devil like smile sitting on his lips. Arabella looked taken aback. Harry looked off as if he was regressing back to a former self. He too could feel the changes happening inside of him. He was slipping back into his old ways.

“Money? I have nothing.”

He sat back in his seat and as if on cue the doorbell rang. He took a deep breath and stood to shake his head. Arabella followed closely behind him, hurrying along, confused by what was happening.

Victor was approaching the door and before Harry could get to it Victor opened it to reveal a small stubby looking man who held up a simple piece of paper with red lettering across the top. **Eviction**.

Victor started to turn red as he spun back to harry in anger. Harry calmly smiled back and tilted his head to the side.

“Humbling isn’t it?”

Harry had a dream-like voice when he got into fits like this. He became almost hypnotizing as he spoke so calmly in times of trouble.

“Humbling? Have you gone mad? You are supposedly the richest man in the world, what game are you playing?

Harry spun on his heels, hands behind his back as he started to walk away, knowing that the two would follow as he ascended the stairs.

“Mad, no. Money does not lead you to happiness old man, not when you have as much as I do. I have given it all away.”

Harry opened his door and a half packed away room stood before them. Arabella stood in the doorway watching the scene play out before her.

“You fool! You absolute lunatic! You have ruined everything I worked for. I told you that you were going to ruin your family name.”

Harry gripped his dresser, colognes, and pictures sat in front of him and he looked at himself in the mirror. He was sweating a little his curls a little more flat than normal. He was angry his eyes were full of lust for the fight.

“Are you even listening to me?”

“Enough.”

He barely whispered it and Victor did not hear him.

“You and your worthless plaything!”

Harry slammed his fist on the dresser shaking the mirror and with all of his might pushed all of the things lining his dresser off. Cologne bottles among picture frames shattered against the wall and Arabella jumped in fright.

“Daddy please, he’s gone mad!”

“Plaything? Say that again I dare you.”

Harry was looking at him through the mirror and Victor was turning slightly pale under his hard gaze but nevertheless, he stood his ground.

“You and your garbage, side of the road, dirty plaything.”

Harry spun around drastically slowly. The type of slow that made your skin crawl. He started laughing quietly to himself at first but then it turned into a roar of laughter.

“Tick tock old man.”

“Excuse me?”

“When was the last time you checked my accounts? Did you even see my last transfer?”

Victor, now shaking pulled out his phone and scrolled around until he landed upon Harry’s accounts. His eyes widened at the realization of what was happening.

“I don’t understand how this is possible. How did he get your code?”

Harry smiled taking off his blazer and throwing it to the side.

“Letters.”

“I intercepted every letter.”

Harry rolled his eyes.

“You checked everyone thoroughly I give you that, excellent job on your side but you left one person out. You let one person roam around here freely because you believe she does not know how to play dirty.”

Victor realized his sudden mistake as he then started to turn from pale to red again.

“But-“

“But nothing! You lost! I have nothing, I am nothing and you have lost far more than you have gained. Now for the last time, get your filthy selves out of my damn estate.”

Victor stood up taller and shoved Harry slightly.

“You think I’m just going to leave like that? Do you really believe you have won? This is just getting started Styles. This is only the beginning. Have fun with your pretty baby boy while he lasts because I have people who can make sure he never sees the light of day again.”

Harry lowered his head so he could get closer to the fat man and he cocked his head.

“Is that a death threat?”

“You bet it is.”

Harry smirked and pulled out a pen from his jacket pocket and Victor looked at him in confusion. Harry shook his head while clicking the end of the pen.

“You think I’m just going to leave like that? Do you really believe you have won? This is just getting started Styles. This is only the beginning. Have fun with your pretty baby boy while he lasts because I have people who can make sure he never sees the light of day again.”

“Is that a death threat?”

“You bet it is.”

Harry put the pen back in his pocket as it played on the speakers around him, Victors cold, threatening voice surrounding them.

“Now you have two options here. You can either leave and never return and this stays safe with me or you can wait for this to hit the fifth time through and the police will be immediately alerted and this will play on every news channel from here to the United States and all around Europe. You have three turns left you might want to make this quick.”

Victor was not a man of violence harry didn’t see any sort of weapon at easy access for Victor, he was caught off guard.

“Fine. You win.”

Harry clicked the pen and the speakers went silent. Harry stuck his hand out to shake with Victor but was pulled into a chokehold, dropping the pen. His eyes watered slightly as he watched it roll right to Arabella’s feet.

Harry could hear Victor flip open a switchblade before the cold metal was on his neck. This he did not foresee and for once he felt like a loser. Was this how he was going to end? In the arms of some sweaty old guy while he daughter who lusted after him was watching in the door.

“Are you crying?”

He didn’t realize tears had pricked at his eyelashes.

“You are choking me god forbid I feel pain.”

He was stronger than he imagined and he struggled as he felt the oxygen leaving his body.

“I wouldn’t speak if I was you, I wouldn’t want to waste any precious air.”

He chuckled to himself as Arabella screamed and was held back by a very familiar body. The pen falling again to the ground to be scooped up by Harry’s grandmother.

“Get your filthy hands off of my boyfriend.”

Harry turned his head and blinked rapidly.

“Louis?”

**Author's Note:**

> Thank you all for reading!  
> reminder my twitter is - @WORLDLWT


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